The Day of His Execution

THE DAY OF HIS EXECUTION (The Musings Of Doctor H. H. Holmes) By Roy Merritt I had the devil in me since the day that I came along I could no more stop killing than the poet inspired to song I built my murder castle and I killed just who I please The need to kill others was in me, in me like a disease I killed maybe three hundred, maybe even more And I would have killed again and again, killing was in store I did it for the money, insurance and otherwise I killed and killed and killed the money was but a prize A prize I awarded myself as the White City rose into the sky I enjoyed hearing their terror when they begged me there and cried Oh how I lured the pretty young women there to my side I promised to love and cherish them they thought they'd be my bride But the day that they met me they sealed their certain doom All that awaited them was death, death ah coming soon My voice it was charming a glib fellow I surely be Disguising my real intentions the real person that be me I told them I was a physician the one and only Doctor Holmes And they followed me like a puppy as they close by came alone I double crossed my partners no matter what they thought And killed as many as I could before I was ever caught They said I was the first one the first one in this vein The first serial killer truly mad, insane But that's not my diagnosis a doctor educated You see I loved the killing humanity it was I hated And whether I was caressed by the Devil or God made me this I am like a plague emerging, emerging from the mist And who cares if it was the Devil or God who made me as I am I did what I must my friend I am a killing man I'm not the only one either I'm not even the first History is replete with those like me and thus sorely cursed Who find satisfaction in carnage and what I've callous done "So open the gates of hell Devil here I come!" Oh wondrous Devil I certain be your son